mr. sharky and his boys are smokin’ cigars they came knocking on my door three days ago now they’re spread out on my matching couch and love seat they thrash and nibble at the bait around my soul sharky drinks my wine and works my lap computer as if his presence really had some kind of worth i serve them tuna b-lls and those little c-cktail weiners sharky casually asks me if i like to surf

fatten up boys! some day, i’ll stop feeding them (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood) hack it up boys! i pray, i’ll stop needing them (grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub) fatten up boys! one day i’ll set them free out to see (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood) now sharkey’s all concerned, he wants to know what’s eating me

fatten up boys! some day, i’ll stop feeding them (chomp that chum got a taste for blood) hack it up boys! i pray, i’ll stop needing them (grab that grub, chew it, do it to a nub) fatten up boys! one day, i’ll set them out to sea (chomp that chum, got a taste for blood) sharky takes and sharky gives just about enough to let you live, yeah

thought i had luck enough to fall from sharky’s favor but he -ssures me that the check is in the mail he’s breathing hard, his smile is cavalier and vicious wearing that suit of razor blades with those florshems on his tail mr. sharky and the boys are getting restless they’ve got junky eyes, and i’m another fix sharky likes to hear me beg for second chances so he can tell me that he’ll fix it in the mix

so i’ll act friendly with that squaliform card shark and his voracious cartilaginous breed pretend to be his loyal pilot fishing yard guard the chub soup recipe for his predatory need yeah, we all got our needs, all got our needs get down, get down, get down, so get down, get down on your knees

now sharky makes a slight adjustment to his aqua-green toupee then flosses up all his bl–dy gums and teeth and all the while he’s laughing at my naivete and folly cos’ man, you know, that’s just the nature of the beast now all this time my harpoon is concealed, it’s loaded up and ready the net’s overhead, and there’s a mickey in his drink yeah, they think they’ve fooled me with all their pig-latin shop talk i smile and sign the papers with some disappearing ink

it’s a feeding frenzy we’re all fat and friendly they’ve got the cash to lend me now and i’ve still got some dreams but it’s a cordial slaughter and gettin’ harder and harder to keep treadin’ on in the dangerous waters and to keep my own nose clean, so

fatten up boys fatten up boys fatten up ow! fatten up ow! fatten up ow!